Trapped.

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I don't know how I got here. I'm not sure where I am, or who took me. All I can see are black walls and a metal door. No table, no chair, nothing.I'm trapped and I can't figure out why. What did I do to deserve this? Who hates me so much to take me from my home? Looking around the walls I don't see any hidden escape routes, and obviously the door is locked. There aren't any vents in the ceiling, and if there were I couldn't reach them without a table or chair. There has to be some way to get out, but I don't see anything. Panic is setting in, I try to stay calm but how can I when I'm stuck here for god knows how long.

I press my ear against the door trying to hear something or someone. I don't hear a thing. The silence kills all I hope I had. Tears are rolling down my face before I realize I'm crying. The reality of being trapped, imprisioned without knowing what I did, is taking a toll on me. I keep pulling at the door with false hope that every tug it'll swing open. No one hears my screams. No one hears me pounding on the walls. I feel forgotten, lost. I'm exhausted, worn out from the pulling, screaming, crying, and pounding. Sitting in a corner with my head rested on my knees, the heavy black curtain of sleep closes the world around me.

A bright flash of headlights going by the window wakes me. I'm in my room, under my own covers. Realizing that I'm home, relief washes over me. My room shows nothing of a struggle or kidnapping. How can something so real be my own imagination? I still feel exhausted for some reason, but I don't want to fall back asleep because I'm afraid I'll dream the nightmare again.





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